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~~Most persistent spam ever~~ ~~I'm assuming that this isn't for a Viagra support group~~ ~~How the hell do you do this?~~

Hello. I got tired of deleting the email from my inbox and this seemed to be the only way to get it to stop. I'm not entirely sure what comes next but I hope it doesn't result in more random emails from mysterious sources. Is there a next step to this or am I free to reclaim my internet connection again?

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Hello, dear. Welcome to our little group.

I'm Callista Lovelace--yes, dear, the Callista Lovelace. Also known as Aphrodite.

Do make yourself at home.

It's a pleasure to meet you, Ms Lovelace. My sisters are huge fans of your work.

This really is happening, isn't it?

Charmed to hear it, dear boy.

And yes, I'm afraid so, my sweet. I hear you're with the Egyptians? I do count some of your number among my dearest friends.

I guess I am. Or that's what I'm being told. It's good to have friends.

I have little doubt it'll all come back to you soon.

I understand you're a fellow resident of New York? Well, if you'd ever feel up to a chat, you're welcome to drop by, dear. I still have two more weeks of maternity leave.

Pardon me if it's rude to ask but are there a lot of new mothers in this group? Amanda just said she has a brand new little boy, too.

Oh, and yes. I teach at a public school in Harlem so I live around there. Thank you for the offer to talk.

Oh, no, dear, it's not your imagination. Seven of us all became mothers back on December 21st. Nine children all together, with two sets of twins. One of those sets being mine. Of course, this little ones are most extraordinary children. You'd never know they were only a few weeks old.

Anytime, dear boy. I always enjoy having company.

Congratulations! Twins must be a handful. Especially if I'm reading between the lines correctly here and they are growing faster than normal children?

I don't want to impose but I might have to accept your offer of a visit after I do a little more research. If you tell me what your twins like, I can promise treats.

They're actually well-behaved for their ages. Although, well... Perhaps it might be easier to let them tell you. They can't quite read and write just yet, but their verbal skills are coming along beautifully.

[She switches to a webcam feed, looking quite radiant, and appears to be getting the attention of someone off-screen. Soon, a little girl comes over and nestles into her lap]

This is my daughter, Ivy. I fear my son has inherited that sea-god temperament you can see a bit of in our dear Triton up there. Ivy, my sweet, do say hello.

[The little girl waves]
Hello, Mr. Cal. I'm Ivy. My brother is Antny. Our birthday is December. I like little cakes with chocolate and orange. And candy roses. Antny is silly. He likes salty stuff.

*Feeling a bit obligated now, dammit, Cal fiddles with his laptop until he gets the webcam to flicker into life. Oh, who is he kidding? The moment he saw that cute little face, he knew he would be delivering whatever she requested. He gives a crooked grin and waves back at Ivy.*

Hi, Ivy. It's a pleasure to meet you. Thank you for coming to say hello. I like chocolate, too, but I've never had a candy rose. Do you think I could get one at the flower shop?

[Ivy blinks and shrugs]
Dunno. Candy roses are real roses covered in sugar. I think candy shops have them. Oh! And grape juice. The sparkly kind with bubbles. Mother says we're too little for real wine.

Something to look forward to, huh? I have to admit, though. I really like grape juice myself. Especially when they mix it with other kinds of fruit like cran-grape.

So you like sweet and Anthony *good job interpreting kid-speak names* likes salty. Have you ever had dark chocolate salted caramels? I bet both of you would like those.

[Ivy nods]

That sounds good. Both of them. Antny's big brother likes salt sweets too. I think it's a sea thing.

*Cal smiles more at her response and there's laughter in his eyes as he nods back at her.*

Probably. Makes sense to me. But you know... I think I'm with you. I like chocolate with orange better than with salt. Ever have one of those chocolate oranges that you bang on the table and it falls apart in all of these little orange slices?

[She smiles, a little mischievously]

Not yet.

Well, that's a crime. We'll have to fix that. You know... Your mom offered to let me visit so I can find out more about what's going on. Would you mind? I'd be honored to visit you and your brother, too.

*His eyes twinkle with pure mischief.*

I might remember to stop by the convenience store and load up on thank you gifts.

We'd be very happy to have you. When can we see you?

Would sometime this weekend be good? I don't have any classes.

[She nods]

Oh, yes, please. Mother will be here too. Won't you come join us?

I would love to. *He nods solemnly back but his grin is warm.* I'll get the information from your mother and I'll see you on Saturday. It's a promise.

[Ivy nods again]
Okay.

[She is gently shooed off by her mother]
Well. Sounds like we have an engagement, dear lad. Here's the information. [Aphrodite gives him her phone number and address] I'll make sure the doorman knows to expect you. Penthouse suite, of course.

Yes, ma'am. I'll be there.

*And he will, complete with treats for the kids and a hostess gift for Dite. His mama raised him right.*

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